Man Crush Everyday – Her Purrfect Match by Milly Taiden

Is it #WomanCrushWednesday yet? Don’t answer that! I know it’s Monday; it’s been Monday all day. It doesn’t matter, Milly is my #WomanCrushWeekday and I think I want to have her web-babies. They will look beautiful, all tawny skinned cherub babes with pink tipped kitten ears. They’ll be bilingual and speak feline and human; have Milly’s ability to get jiggy with it and the good part of my cray cray that makes happy chaos! Beautiful web-babies! #sigh

Like all peeps with the mental capacity of a thirteen year old just as much as I crush on Milly-doesn’t-do-vanilli, I have a man crush on Grayson Green. C’mon now! You have to be a hundred and sixty, with dead genitals, and no pleasure centers in your brain, if Gray doesn’t turn your buttons with that dirty mouth and descriptive ability. I mean, holy mouse house, Catman! That man would make Wilhelm Wundt proud with his command of visualization and imagery. I have gone back and read some of the naughty bits when it’s cold at night, I’m a money miser and won’t turn on the heat and I’ve already bought the book; Gray’s motion of the ocean heats my apartment with “Green” energy. (You have to expect that if there is a place for a pun I will find it!)

“A man who likes pussy. Got it.”

When Lyss has her friend Tally introduce her to the matchmaker that hooked Tally up with her two yummy pieces of manimal meat she is still skeptical and hesitant. After meeting Gerri she is a little overwhelmed and more hesitant but faced with Tally and Gerri as a double threat Lyss finds that her wish to find a person to love her is greater than her fear of looking stupid. That is how she finds herself on a secluded mountain road, her car broken down, a tiger getting to know her way up close, and explaining to a man what the hell she is doing there. Lessons learned here: There is no municipal road service in catland and they don’t fill potholes. Do not run from a tiger. Cats are not mechanics. Fate and Gerri work together and when your car eats shit fate will see Gerri’s plans through. And lastly, Tynder may see Gray naked often but that doesn’t mean he likes to see him be pet as a kitten. Men are complicated.

Alyssa Moran is a warped version of me if you made me more emotional and self destructive. Maybe me a few years ago if back then I wasn’t so frappin’ cray cray; like if you merged us and squinted. She wants a man who likes cats, loves her, and makes her tunnel of love ride a popular attraction on the day to day basis. She has a crap history of ex’s because she has zero–make that subzero self worth and a maternal streak wider than the Pacific Ocean. This is a woman, who in absence of a good man, needs a cat factory to fill the void of an enriching relationship; Lyss has had only indebting dependencies. She needs to euthanize her former lovers because they are all overpopulating the Lyss Boyfriend Rescue.

“You already have. You’ve found my mate. Now let me claim her.”

Grayson has a million reasons why he is cake and cookies but he also is a typical Book Boyfriend and he is Hero-like dumb! He holds onto his misconceptions until the measurements of his manhood supercede the total of his intelligence quotient. It’s the plague of Alpha males that their bodies are brighter than their brains and I just stopped listening to Gray’s mouth while it said, “No” and only turned the volume up for conversations with Tynder and Stripes where he wasn’t an idiot and when he was talking sin to Lyss. The rest of time I just tuned out and pretended that he was actually making love to my ears with some of that sextalk that he filled the book with most of the other time. This worked like pancakes and Gray became my most favorite character that Milly has ever written. EVER. I mean EVER. EVER. Do you know what I mean? EVER. You try it.

“Relax, Alyssa. Gerri really isn’t as bad as you’re thinking,” Tally, her coworker, said to her.

Alyssa Moran added more sugar to her tepid coffee and winced. She didn’t even like that much sugar, but her nerves were all over. Placing the spoon on the plate with a small clink, she moved her hands to her lap. Unable to sit still, she wiped the sweat off her palms on her suit pants.

“I’m not nervous.” Liar! “Mrs. Wilder sounded like a lovely person over email.” A very strange but nice person. She’d asked some stuff Lyss had never been asked before. Ever.

Yeah. Look at her. Before Mrs. Wilder had matched Tally with her two men, Lyss had sworn Tally was a man-hater. Nothing good ever came out of her mouth when it came to men. Especially if her ex-husband’s name was discussed. Then one day she showed up with a glow and a smile. Ever since Lyss had seen the change in Tally, she wondered if maybe she wouldn’t have to live the life of a thirty-five year old cat lady with an addiction to National Geographic and buying sex toys.

Unlike what her mother liked to say, Lyss was no prude. She loved sex. She liked it a hell of a lot, but she didn’t want to keep doing it with the wrong men. Getting into a relationship with a loser just because he could rock her world didn’t make sense anymore. Her last live-in boyfriend had the bad luck syndrome. If he got fired he blamed his eternal bad luck. She got so tired of it, she’d finally snapped at him and yelled, “No you dumb fuck, if you don’t go to work, you will get fired.”

And that was the end of that relationship. At least from her end. The moocher had tried to prolong the agony by saying he had nowhere to go. Asking her to please give him another chance. That he’d go find a job and make her proud. Then he went and tried to get her ATM card so he could ‘borrow’ some money.

If she was the kind of person who believed in bad luck, she’d think she was destined to be alone. Lyss was too positive for that. She knew there was a man out there for her. At this point she would take him being human, shifter or dead. Fuck that shit.

“Traffic was a bitch, but what can you do, right?” She stopped next to Tally who jumped to her feet and hugged Mrs. Wilder. “Lovely to see you, Tally.”

“Now that I don’t live in the same building I miss you more, Gerri.”

Mrs. Wilder made a dismissive gesture. “Nah. You miss my cakes.”

“That too.” Tally sighed.

Mrs. Wilder turned to her, her gaze piercing and filled with interest. “You must be Alyssa.”

She’d stood at the same time as Tally, so she offered Mrs. Wilder her hand. “Mrs. Wilder—”

“None of that. Gerri. Though Your Matchmaking Highness has a nice ring to it too. But no Mrs. Wilder. I’m still very young for that.” She pulled Lyss’s offered hand and gave her a hug.

That shocked her. She wasn’t used to public displays of affection. Her mother would complain over Lyss’s choice of perfume or body spray so she’d never given her hugs, kisses or kind words in general.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gerri.” She waited until everyone sat down again to follow suit. “Thanks so much for coming.”
Tally grinned. “Okay, now that you have some company, I’m going home early. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tally came around the table and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry, Gerri will take good care of you. If I know her well, I bet she’s got someone in mind already.”

“Thanks for sitting with me.”

“Bye, darling.” Gerri hugged Tally as well. “Tell my nephew to bring you by tomorrow. I’ll make some of his favorite cake.”

Tally hugged Gerri again. “I so love you. And your baking.”

Once Tally had gone, Gerri ordered some tea and pulled out a notebook. “Let’s talk.”

Lyss swallowed hard. “What about?”

“Why what you want in a man, of course.” Gerri placed her elbow on the table and cupped her chin with her hand, tapping a finger on her cheek. “I know you said you wanted a man that likes cats.”

She nodded quickly. “He has to. Or at least not be allergic and not be bothered by them.”

“A man who likes pussy,” Gerri said as she wrote. “Got it.”

Lyss blinked. Then she burst into giggles.

Gerri gave her a side smile. “You got that, huh?”

“Heck yeah. I definitely need a man who likes erm…that. You know, Tally had said you were unique, but wow. I’m so glad you decided to help me.”

Gerri patted her on the hand. “I wouldn’t turn down a friend of Tally’s. Besides, your letter made me laugh and that’s not something that happens often.”

She didn’t remember what she’d written to make Gerri laugh, but she was glad she had the matchmaker on her side.

“What else?”

“I’m really sick of trying to be the savior. Fuck that,” she said then slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry!”

Gerri laughed. “Don’t mind me, I have my moments with words that would make you blush.”

“Right. So men. I’m a big girl. But it seems like most of them I attract want to live off me because, according to some people, I can’t get anything better since I’m too big.”

“Who said that nonsense?” Gerri asked, her brows dropping in a fierce scowl.

“My mother, my exes. Don’t worry, I don’t believe them at all.” She didn’t. She knew that there were men out there that liked a bigger girl. So what if she had a tummy that was soft and big hips and thighs? Maybe her ass was larger than most but all that didn’t faze her. She believed in her heart there was a man out there who would like a woman like her. Why? Because there were more women that were big than small. And she knew Tally was not the only one able to get herself a set of hot men that loved her curves.

“I’m glad you didn’t listen to them. There is someone or in some cases a few someones for everyone. It’s just a matter of finding each other.” Gerri put her pen down and pinned Lyss with a serious stare. “You’re obviously aware that I don’t match women with just any man. They’re paranormals. Mostly shifters.”

She might be a hopeless romantic, but she wanted a man to love her like her father had her mother. Except, she wouldn’t treat him like her mother had her father. Lyss wanted to feel that emotional connection with someone and know he cared about her just as much as she did for him. Her hopes that every relationship would progress into the love she wanted was why she’d lasted so long in them. And why she always ended up disappointed.

She sighed and stared at Gerri. “My mother says I’m a fool. That love doesn’t exist. That I should give up on the idea.”
“Don’t you dare! Love exists. You just need the right man.”

“I want love,” she murmured softly. “I want to be wanted for once. Not just for the troubles I can fix for a man. I want to be wanted for who I am and what I can give back. I want to be loved.”

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Milly Taiden (AKA April Angel) loves to write sexy stories. How sexy? So sexy they will surely make your ereader sizzle. Usually paranormal or contemporary, her stories are a great quick way to satisfy your craving for fun heroines with curves and sexy alphas with fur.

Milly lives in New York City with her hubby, their boy child and their little dog “Needy Speedy”. She’s aware she’s bossy, is addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.

Talia Barca needs a date. Badly. She uses the services of the Paranormal Dating Agency hoping for a decent guy to take to a family wedding. A wedding her ex-husband has wormed his way into as a guest.

Connor and Theron want Tally to complete their Alpha triad. She’s sexy, curvy and funny. But she’s human. And they’re not sure she’ll go for a relationship with two men at the same time.

As if deciding to give two men a shot wasn’t difficult enough, Tally will also need to deal with a threat from the pack. She’ll either prove she’s strong enough to be an Alpha mate or find herself at the mercy of a vicious opponent.

Nita Islas wants to find love. She’s tired of the superficial relationships and is ready to give true romance a try. She uses the Paranormal Dating Agency and hopes they can help her where all others have failed. What she didn’t expect was to find her date flat on his back in nothing more than a towel.

Ky Stone has been in love with curvy and funny Nita since they were in High School. When she moved away, she took his heart with her. Then one day Ky wakes up to find her leaning over him. He’s sure he’s died and gone to heaven. He has no idea what she’s doing there, but he’s sure as hell not letting her leave.

Fate, meddling family and the PDA have brought them together again. The chemistry between them is explosive. But there’s problems with Ky’s neighboring clan and he’s keeping secrets from Nita. He needs to find a way to open up to her or lies and unexpected danger could tear them apart… forever.

Alyssa Moran is tired of being the old cat lady with no man. She has very specific needs and goes to visit Mrs. Wilder at the Paranormal Dating Agency. Shockingly enough, she is promised a man who likes cats, wants kids, likes curves and will be wild in bed.

Grayson Green needs a mate. Fast. But he refuses to be pushed into anything. That is, until a curvy funny woman shows up in his territory saying she’s there for him. Who is he to argue when someone as delectable as Alyssa decides she wants to give herself to him?

Of course, not all is at it seems and some people want Alyssa gone and Gray dead. If Gray mates, the future of his pride will be sealed and no one can argue his place as leader. Unless it can be stopped before they ever get a chance to make some cubs. He will have to work hard at convincing a human she’s the only one for him or lose his pride and his mate.

Note: This book can be read as standalone.

Reader Note: This book contains scorching sex (the kind that will make you sweat and need ice cream), adult language (he’s a very dirty talker and we like it), and violence. If this is not the kind of stuff you like to read, skip this book. However, if you like dirty, raunchy sex with a growly tiger on one funny curvy girl, then this is right up your alley. Enjoy!

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